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Day 41: Breakfast
Endrance turned his head to look at the intercom, giving it a look that would wither an entire rose garden in an instant. He would never get used to ending up in his room again from somewhere else in the Institute.
He brushed his bangs out of his eyes, not sitting up just yet. He could tell already that his torso had been heavily bandaged, even more so than it had been the night before. The cuts on his arms were covered with fresh bandages, and the one on his cheek seemed to no longer be there at all.
Endrance had been expecting to wake up in a lot of pain, but even that seemed numbed. "They must have given me something," he murmured quietly, as he slowly sat up.
At that moment, his nurse came to get him, pushing a wheelchair along with her. "Peyton, dear, good morning. I've come to take you to breakfast, so..." He shook his head. "I'm fine. There's no need for that...I can walk perfectly well."
She sighed. Well, if he insisted, she wasn't going to stop him. She motioned for an orderly to take the chair away, and walked him to the cafeteria. Once they had gotten there, she pointed him toward a seat, then set a full tray of pancakes covered with syrup, a bowl of fruit, and a glass of orange juice in front of him. "Now eat all of that, Peyton, or else you won't be strong enough to keep walking like that."
He glared at her back as she walked away, then stopped suddenly. There was that faint pulse he'd felt the night before...it was exactly the same.
And so he completely ignored his food in favor of staring at the cafeteria doors, looking at every patient that came in.
[thread will be closed to Haseo. ♥]
He brushed his bangs out of his eyes, not sitting up just yet. He could tell already that his torso had been heavily bandaged, even more so than it had been the night before. The cuts on his arms were covered with fresh bandages, and the one on his cheek seemed to no longer be there at all.
Endrance had been expecting to wake up in a lot of pain, but even that seemed numbed. "They must have given me something," he murmured quietly, as he slowly sat up.
At that moment, his nurse came to get him, pushing a wheelchair along with her. "Peyton, dear, good morning. I've come to take you to breakfast, so..." He shook his head. "I'm fine. There's no need for that...I can walk perfectly well."
She sighed. Well, if he insisted, she wasn't going to stop him. She motioned for an orderly to take the chair away, and walked him to the cafeteria. Once they had gotten there, she pointed him toward a seat, then set a full tray of pancakes covered with syrup, a bowl of fruit, and a glass of orange juice in front of him. "Now eat all of that, Peyton, or else you won't be strong enough to keep walking like that."
He glared at her back as she walked away, then stopped suddenly. There was that faint pulse he'd felt the night before...it was exactly the same.
And so he completely ignored his food in favor of staring at the cafeteria doors, looking at every patient that came in.
[thread will be closed to Haseo. ♥]
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There were still a few items left on his tray, but he didn't have much stomach for them. He'd thought maybe this Akuma-like droid thing would have had some compassion, like Renji or Rukia, but in the end, it was just as bad as the Earl's puppets.
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Pacifism was one of his greatest nightmares. If he ever had nightmares, of course. What would he do if he were pacifistic? Help meatbags? Feel compassion for them?! The concepts very nearly activated his body's gag reflex just thinking about that.
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His hands balled into fists on his lap. He hated this place. Hated how weak he was here and how he'd completely lost any ability to perform his duties as an Exorcist. In his own world, he would've have even blinked at destroying a machine like this, but here, here he had to tolerate that kind of terrible bloodlust and complete disregard for life.
As it was, he had nothing he could say, nothing to reply with. HK-47 was the same as an Akuma to him and his only regret was being unable to keep him from hurting others anymore.